A/N: I have nothing to say besides R&R. PLAY WITH BLADES AND FIRE! muaha! Ya wanna know who's in this chappie? Hm? Well, ur gonna have to read to find out! or... just hit ctrl+f and type in the name u want to find... not always efficient if your looking for Cyclops and he's refered to as Scott through the entire chap. have fun!

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The now conscious Dr. Jean Grey sat in the open space in the rear of the van with Scott Summers by her side and the unconscious mutant Quicksilver in front of her. Storm, AKA Ororo Munroe drove the vehicle with a suppressed countenance of extensive worry. No one answered the phones for as long as they have been trying to contact them. Then again, this was a blizzard! She really shouldn't have expected anyone to answer. What worried her more was that Jean was too disturbed by the surprise injuries and the job weighted onto her shoulders that she couldn't telepathically get to anyone outside the X-van.

The job mentioned was tending to Pietro's many wounds. Well, the few she could at least. Sure, she had done minor surgeries, blood samples, and all of that good stuff, but setting broken bones? Whole 'nother story, there- too long of a story. She knew to do only what she knew and what was urgent, for within minutes they were to arrive at the well-hidden mansion. From there, Beast would handle the rest of the operations.

Jean slowly and gently eased two fingers under his chin. A pulse. She already knew he was alive, but it was proof that eased her while telepathically setting his left ankle's bones back for the temporary splint. His eyes fluttered for a moment and his mouth twitched at the contact to Jean's cold flesh. Yes. Another physical indication of his living. She sighed.

"Calm down, Jean." she whispered to herself. Why should she care this much? It wasn't like his recklessness to get into this condition was her fault. He wouldn't care this much if she was injured and he found her… right?

It's because you feel like everything is up to you. Soccer? Up to you! Best all-around person? Up to you! It's up to you whether or not he makes it to the mansion. Help him! Jean's conscience told her. She was right. Pietro never really was cooperative or let alone nice to the X-men. Why help him when he's done nothing for them?

You shouldn't expect something in return for everything you do, you greedy teen! Once again, she was right. Besides, if she did help him, maybe he would be nicer! After all, judging by these injuries he will be in their care for a while.

Oh, no. What will the Brotherhood think? They'll want him out of our hands, of course! But we have to tell them at least. If we didn't… o gees, more consequences. Jean giggled. She felt an ironic pity for Pietro. Not the same pity for his numerous, painful wounds, but for thinking at super-speed. If thinking this much was enough to drive Jean crazy, than a minute in dead silence would drive Quicksilver mad. Maybe that's why he's always getting into trouble…

"Everything alright, Jean?" Scott whispered. She looked down. She had stopped working.

"Yeah, fine." She flickered a smile and went back to working.

She began to mentally shift the bones. Accidentally, she hit a nerve. Pietro was throttled as if jolts of electricity went through him. He began to sweat profusely and twitched, causing more pain to himself.

"What's happening?" Scott asked.

"Not exactly sure." Jean whispered hurriedly. She grabbed a cloth that had been through the snow and laid it on the teen's forehead. Pietro twitched in shock, but began to settle.

"Thank God…" she whispered to herself again.

It was an awkward sight to see the young and powerful Pietro Maximoff, the master of speed and remarks, laying helplessly and battered at their feet, his life lying solely in the X-men's hands. Jean never took the time to realize that one of her greatest enemies was one year younger than her. In a fight he looked so mature that he could be older than she. He was popular, smart, quick-tongued… perfect guy! Yet with multiple cuts to the face and so many health flaws (due to the wounds) she could tell that Pietro wasn't Mr. Perfect after all. She didn't need to read minds to tell that he had dangerous amounts of secrets locked within his consciousness that could have caused his state of being at this moment.

"Uhn…. J-… Jean?"

Jean actually jumped at the sound of his voice. "Oh, lord, Pietro, it's alright. I'm here," she said as she stroked his caked hair. A stream of tears fell from his eye, following the articulate shape of his face. "Shhh… You're going to be alright."

"Nh… no… he wi-will find m-" he studdered. "I'm sorry." he whispered, nearly a choke and barely audible.

"What?" Scott asked.

"Sangue. H-… must find… nh… Wanda."

"Wanda? Oh, crap. We need to tell them, Jean." Scott said. "Rest, Pietro. You're in good hands." he continued.

Jean felt so terrible when she saw Pietro having so much difficulty falling asleep, his fingers twitching feverishly. She gave a pained look to Scott, then knelt next to Pietro's ear.

"Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs, and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses. Slowly, gently, night unfolds its splendor. Grasp it, sense, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day, turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light, and listen to the music of the night. Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams, purge your thoughts of the life you knew before. Close your eyes, let your spirit start to… soar. And you'll live as you've never lived before…" Jean sang. The boy's breathing had calmed to a quiet, consistent routine.

The red head looked up at Scott who was grinning softly. Though she could not see his eyes, she knew they were shining.

"Your singing… it's beautiful." he said.

Jean only smiled back. Scott held her in a tight embrace. The only sounds they could her were the tires crunching on the snow, and Pietro's graceful, deep breathing. He would live. This was the music of the night Jean sang of. She cherished the moment and hugged Scott tighter.

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A/N: Encore! Encore! And now for the finally, I shall make you all review!

invisible crowd- OOOO! AHHHH!

Yes, yes, I know I'm incredible.

(crickets)

Oh, well. Thanx to my most recent reviewers!

SuicidalPhantasy- thanx! Keep reading! (could you review to each chappie? Thank ya :) )

SpeedDemonRox- I don't think I've said anything yet, but your pen name is awesome! Glad u like fic! I don't know y either, but I love it when he's fatally injured and then he comes back miraculously. (GASP!) I would neverkill Pie! NEVER! (starts rocking back and forth) Never, never…. (cough) I'm done now. Keep reading and REVIEWING! Thanx ;D